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SCENE I.-The Street.

Bel. And have you thought upon the conse

quence? Enter BELMOUR and DUMONT,

Dum. What is there I should fear? Dum. You saw her, then?

Bel. Have you examined Bel. I met her, as returning,

Into your inmost heart, and tried at leisure In solemn penance, from the public cross. The several secret springs that move the passions? Before her, certain rascal officers,

Hlas mercy fixed her empire there so sure, Slaves in authority, the knaves of justice, That wrath and vengeance never may return? Proclaimed the tyrant Gloster's cruel orders. Can you resume a husband's name, and bid On either side her marched an ill-looked priest, That wakeful dragon, fierce resentment, sleep?. Who, with severe, with horrid haggard eyes, Dum. Why dost thou search so deep, and urge Did, ever and anon, by turns, upbraid her,

my memory And thunder, in her trembling ear, damnation. To conjure up my wrongs to life again? Around her, numberless, the rabble flowed, I have long laboured to forget myself, Shouldering each other, crowding for a view, To think on all time backward, like a space Gaping and gazing, taunting and reviling. Idle and void, where nothing e'er had being; Some pitying-But those, alas! how few! But thou hast peopled it again : Revenge The most-such iron hearts we are, and such And jealousy renew their horrid forms, The base barbarity of human kind

Shoot all their fires, and drive ine to distraction. With insolence, and lewd reproach, pursued her, Bel. Far be the thought from me! My care Footing and railing, and, with villanous hands

was only Gathering the filth from out the common ways, To arm you for the meeting : better were it To hurl upon her head.

Never to see her, than to let that name Dum. Inhuman dogs !

Recall forgotten rage, and make the husband How did she bear it?

Destroy the generous pity of Duniont. Bel. With the gentiest patience ;

Dum. O thou hast set my busy brain at work, Submissive, sad, and lowly, was her look; And now she musters up a train of images, A burning taper in her hand she bore,

Which, to preserve my peace, I had cast aside, And on her shoulders, carelessly confused, And sunk in deep oblivion-Oh, that form! With loose neglect, her lovely tresses hung ; That angel face on which my dotaye hung ! Upon her cheek a faintish flush was spread; How have I gazed upon her, till my soul Feeble she seemed, and sorely smit with pain, With very eagerness went forth towards her, While barefoot as she trod the flinty pavement, And issued at my eyes-Was there a gem Her footsteps all along were marked with blood. Which the sun ripens in the Indian mine, Yet, silent still she passed, and unrepining;

Or the rich bosom of the ocean yields; Her streaming eyes bent ever on the earth, What was there art could make, or wealth could Except, when in some bitter pang of sorrow,

buy, To Heaven she seemed, in fervent zeal, to raise, which I have left unsought to deck her beauty ? And beg that mercy man denied her here. What could her kimy do more?--And yet she fled. Dum. When was this piteous sight?

Bel. Away with that sad fancy Bel. These last two days.

Dum. Oh, that day ! You know my care was wholly bent on you, The thought of it must live for ever with me. To find the happy means of your deliverance. I met her, Belmour, when the royal spoiler Which, but for Hastings' death, I had not gained. Bore her in triumph from my widowed home! During that time, although I have not seen her, Within his chariot, by his side she sat, Yet divers trusty messengers I have sent, And listened to his talk with downlward looks, To wait about, and watch a fit convenience 'Till sudden, as she chanced aside to glance, To give her some relief; but all in vain; ller eyes encountered mine-Oh! then, my friend! A churlish guard attend upon her steps,

Oh! who can paint my grief and her amazeWho menace those with death that bring her ment! comfort,

As at the stroke of death, twice turned she pale, And drive all succour from her.

And twice a burning crimson blushed all o'er her; Dum. Let them threaten;

Then, with a slariek, heart-wounding, loud she Let proud oppression prove its fiercest malice;

cried, So Heaven befriend my soul, as here I vow While down her cheeks two gushing torrents ran, To give her help, and share one fortune with her. Fast falling on her hands, which thus she wrungBel. Mead you to see her, thus, in your own Moved at her grief, the tyrant ravisher, form?

With courteous action, wcoed her ott to turn; Dum. I do.

Earnest he seemed to plead, but all in vain ;

Even to the last she bent her sight towards me, Or bid his dreadful rod of vengeance stay?
And followed me till I had lost myself. Wait then with patience, till the circling hours
Bel. Alas ! for pity! Oh! those speaking tears! Shall bring the time of thy appointed rest

, Could they be false? Did she not suffer with And lay thee down in death. The hireling, thus, you?

With labour drudges out the painful day, For though the king by force possessed her per- And often looks with long expecting eyes son,

To see the shadows rise, and be dismissed. Iler unconsenting heart dwelt still with you; And hark, methinks the roar, that late pursued It all her former woes were not enough,

me, Look on her now; behold her where she wan- Sinks like the murmurs of a falling wind, ders,

And softens into silence. Does revenge Hunted to death, distressed on every side, And malice then grow weary, and forsake me? With no one hand to help; and tell me then, My guard, too, that observed me still so close, If ever misery were known like hers?

Tire in the task of their inhuman office, Dum. And can she bear it? Can that delicate And loiter far behind. Alas! I faint, frame

My spirits fail at once- This is the door Endure the beating of a storm so rude? of my Alicia-Blessed opportunity! Can she, for whom the various seasons changed, I'll steal a little succour from her goodness, To court her appetite and crown her board, Now while no eye observes me. For whom the foreign vintages were pressed,

[She knocks at the door. For whom the merchant spread his silken stores, Can she

Enter a Servant. Entreat for bread, and want the needful raiment, Is your lady, To wrap her shivering bosom from the weather?' My gentle friend, at home? Oh! bring me to her! When she was inine, no care came ever nigh her;

(Going in. I thought the gentlest breeze, that wakes the Ser. Hold, mistress, whither would you ? spring,

(Pushing her back. Ton rough to breathe upon her,; chearfulness J. Sh. Do you not know me? Danced all the day before her, and at night Ser. I know you well, and know my orders, Soft slumbers waited on her downy pillow

too: Now sad and shelterless, perhaps, she lies,

You must not enter hereWhere piercing winds blow sharp, and the chill J. Sh. Tell my Alicia, rain

Tis I would see her. Drops from some pent-house on her wretched Ser. She is ill at ease, head,

And will admit no visitor. Drenches her locks, and kills her with the cold. J. Sh. But tell her It is too much-Hence with her past offences! 'Tis I, her friend, the partner of her heart, They are atoned at full-Why stay we, then? Wait at the door and begOh ! let us haste, my friend, and find her out. Ser. 'Tis all in vain

Bel. Somewhere about this quarter of the town, Go hence, and howl to those that will regard you. I hear the poor abandoned creatore lingers :

(Shuts the door, and exit. Hler guard, though set with strictest watch to J. Sh. It was not always thus; the time has keep

been, All food and friendship from her, yet permit her when this unfriendly door, that bars my passage, To wander in the streets, there choose her bed, Flew wide, and almost leaped from off its hinges, And rest her head on what cold stone she pleases. To give me entrance here; when this good house Dum. Here let us then divide; each in his Has poured forth all its dwellers to receive me: round

When my approaches made a little holiday, To search her sorrows out; whose hap it is And every face was dressed in smiles to meet me: First to behold her, this way let him lead But now'tis otherwise; and those, who blessed me, ller fainting steps, and meet we here together. Now curse me to my face. Why should I wan

(Exeunt. der,

Stray further on, for I can die even here ! Enter JANE SHORE, her hair hanging loose on

[She sits down at the door. her shoulders, and bure-footed. J. Sh. Yet, yet endure, nor murmur, oh, my

Enter Alicia in disorder, two Servants followsoul!

ing Do they not cover thee like rising floods,

Alic. What wretch art thou, whose misery and And press thee like a weight of waters down?

baseness Does not the hand of righteousness afflict thee? Hang on my door; whose hateful whine of woe And who shall plead against it? Who shall say Breaks in upon my sorrows, and distracts To power almighty, 'thou hast done enough;' My jarring senses with thy beggar's cry?

J. Sk. A very beggar, and a wretch, indeed; And see, the nodding ruin falls to crush me! One driven by strong calamity to seek

'Tis fallen, 'tis here! I felt it on my brain ! For succours here; one perishing for want, 1 Ser. This sight disorders her Whose hunger has not tasted food these three 2 Ser. Retire, dear ladydays;

And leave this womanAnd humbly asks, for charity's dear sake,

Alic. Let her take my counsel : A draught of water and a little bread.

Why shouldst thou be a wretch ! Stab, tear thy Alic. And dost thou conie to me, to me for heart, bread?

And rid thyself of this detested being ! I know thee not-Go-hunt for it abroad, I will not linger long behind thee here. Where wanton hands upon the earth have scat- A waving flood of bluish tire swells o'er me tered it,

And now 'tis out, and I am drowned in blood. Or cast it on the waters Mark the eagle, Ha! what art thou ? thou horrid headless trunk And hungry vulture, when they wind the prey; It is my Hastings ! see, he wafts me on! Watch where the ravens of the valley feed, Away! I go, I lly! I follow thec ! And seek thy food with them-I know thee not. But come not thou, with mischief-making beauty, J. Sk. And yet there was a time, when my To interpose between us! look not on him! Alicia

Give thy fond arts and thy delusions o'er, Has thought unhappy Shore her dearest blessing, For thou shalt never, never part us more. And mourned the live-long day she passed with

[She runs off, her servants following. out me;

J. Sh. Alas! she raves; her brain, I fear, is When, paired like turtles, we were still together; turned, When often, as we prattled arm in arm,


mercy look upon her, gracious Heaven, Inclining fondly to me she has sworn,

Nor visit her for any wrong to me. She loved me more than all the world besides. Sure I am near upon my journey's end; Alic. Ha! say'st thou ! Let me look upon thee My head runs round, my eyes begin to fail, well

And dancing shadows swim before my sight. 'Tis true—I know thee now—A mischief on thee! I can no more. [Lies down) Receive me, thou Thou art that fatal fair, that cursed she,

cold earth, That set my brain a madding. Thou hast robbed Thou common parent, take me to thy bosom, me;

And let me rest with thee.
Thou hast undone me-
-Murder! Oh, my

Hastings !
See his pale bloody head shoots glaring by me! Bel. l'pon the ground !
Give me him back again, thou soft deluder, Thy miseries can never lay thee lower.
Thou beauteous witch!

Look up, thou poor afflicted one! thou mourner, J. Sk. Alas! I never wronged you

Whom none has comforted! Where are thy Oh! then be good to me; have pity on me;

friends, Thou never knewest the bitterness of want, The dear companions of thy joyful days, And may'st thou never know it. Oh! bestow Whose hearts thy warm prosperity made glad, Some poor remain, the voiding of thy table, Whose arms were taught to grow like ivy round A morsel to support my famished soul.

thee, Alic. Avaunt! and come not near ine

And bind thee to their bosoms? Thus with thee, J. Sk. To thy hand

Thus let us live, and let us die, they said, I trusted all; gave my whole store to thee, For sure thou art the sister of our loves, Nor do I ask it back; allow me but

And nothing shall divide us. Now where are The smallest pittance ! give me but to eat,

they? Lest I fall down, and perish here before three. J. Sh. Åh, Belmour! where indeed? They Alic. Nay! tell not me! Where is thy king, stand aloof, thy Edward,

And view my desolation from afar! And all the smiling cringing train of courtiers, When they pass by, they shake their heads in That bent the knee before thee?

scorn, J. Sh. Oh! for mercy!

And cry, behold the harlot and her end ! Alic. Mercy! I know it not -for I am miser- And yet thy goodness turns aside to pity me. able.

Alas! there may be danger; get thee gone ! I'll give thee misery, for here she dwells; Let me not pull a ruin on thy head. This is her house, where the sun never dawns; Leave me to die alone, for I am fallen The bird of night sits screaining o'er the roof, Never to rise, and all relief is vain. Grim spectres sweep along the horrid gloom, Bel. Yet raise thy drooping head; for I am And nought is heard but wailings and lamentings. Hark! something cracks above! it shakes, it to chase away despair. Behold! where yonder totters !

That honest man, that faithful, brave Dumont,



Is hasting to thy aid

The minister of Heaven's inquiring justice. J. Sh. Dumont! ha! where!

Array thyself all terrible for judgment, [Raising herself, and looking aghast. Wrath in thy eyes, and thunder in thy voice; Then Heaven has heard my prayer; his very Pronounce my sentence, and if yet there be

A woe I have not felt, intiict it on me. Renews the springs of life, and cheers my soul. Sh. The measure of thy sorrows is compleat! Has he then escaped the snare?

And I am come to snatch thee from injustice. Bel. He has; but see

The hand of power no more shall crush thy Ile comes unlike to that Dumont you knew;

weakness, For now he wears your better angel's form, Nor proud oppression grind thy humble soul. And comes to visit you'with peace and pardon. J. Sh. Art thou not risen by miracle from

death? Enter Shore.

Thy shroud is fallen from off thee, and the grave J. Sh. Speak, tell me! Which is he? And ha! Was bid to give thee up, that thou mightst come what would

The messenger of grace and goodness to me, This dreadful vision ! see it comes upon me To seal my peace, and bless me e'er I go. It is iny husband Ah! (She swoons. Oh! let me then fall down beneath thy feet, Sh. She faints ! support her!

And weep my gratitude for ever there; Sustain her head, while I infuse this cordial Give me your drops, ye soft descending rains, Into her dying lips—from spicy drugs,

Give me your streams, ye never ceasing springs, Rich herbs and flowers, the potent juice is drawn; That my sad eyes may still supply my duty, With wondrous force it strikes the lazy spirits, And feed an everlasting flood of sorrow. Drives thein around, and wakens life anew. Sh. Waste not thy feeble spirits I have long Bel. Her weakness could not bear the strong Beheld, unknown, thy mourning and repentance; surprize.

Therefore my heart has set aside the past, But see, she stirs ! And the returning blood And holds thee white, as unoflending innocence: Faintly begins to blush again, and kindle Therefore in spite of cruel Gloster's rage, Upon her ashy cheek

Soon as my friend haư broke my prison doors, Sh. So-gently raise her- (Raising her

ир. .

I flew to thy assistance. Let us haste,
J. Sh. Ha! What art thou? Belmour ! Now while occasion seems to sinile upon us,
Bel. How fare you, lady?

Forsake this place of shame, and find a shelter. J. Sh. My heart is thrilled with horror

J. Sh. What shall I say to you? But I obeyBel. De of courage

Sh. Lean on my arinYour husband lives ! 'tis be, my worthiest friend- J. Sh. Alas! I'm wondrous faint: J. Sh. Saill art thou there! Still dost thou ho- But that's not strange; I have not eat these three ver round me!

days. Oh, save me, Belmour, from his angry shade! Sh. Oh, merciless ! Look here, my love, I've bel. 'Tis he himself! he lives ! look up

brought thee J. Sh. I dare not !

Some rich conserves
Oh! that my eyes could shut him out for ever- J. Sh. How can you be so good?

Sh. Am I so hateful, then, so deadly to thee, But you were ever thus. I well remember
To blast thy eyes with horror? Since I'm grown With what fond care, what diligence of love,
A burthen to the world, myself, and thee, You lavished out your wealth to buy me plea-
Would I had ne'er survived to see thee more!

sures, J. Sh. Oh! thou most injured-dost thou live, Preventing every wish; hare you forgot indeed!

The costly string of pearl you brouglit me home, · Fall then, ye mountains, on my guilty head; And tied about iny neck?- -How could I leare Ilide me, ye rocks, within your secret caverns;

you? Cast thy black veil upon my shame, 0 night! Sh. Taste some of this, or this And shield me with thy sable wings for ever. J. Sh. You are strangely alteredSh. Why dost thou turn away? Why tremble Say, gentle Belmour, is he not? How pale thus?

Your visage is become? Your eyes are hollow; Why thus indulge thy fears? and in despair, Nay, you are wrinkled too_Alas, the day ! Abandon thy distracted soul to horror?

My wretchedness has cost you many a tear, Cast every black and guilty thonght behind thee, And many a bitter pang, since last we parte I. And let them never vex thy quiet more.

Sh. No more of that—Thou talkest, but Niy arıs, my heart, are open to receive thee,

dost not eat. To bring thee back to thy forsaken home,

J. Sh. My feeble jaws forget their common With tender joy, with fond forgiving love,

office, And all the longings of iny first desires.

My tasteless tongue cleaves to the clammy rooi, J. Sh. No, arm thy brow with vengeance, and And now a general loathing grows upon me. appear

Oh! I am sick at heart !

Sh. Thou murderous sorrow!

Sh. Oh, my love! Wilt thou still drink her blood, pursue her Why have I lived to see this bitter moment, still!

This grief, by far surpassing all my former? Must she then die! Oh, my poor penitent! Why dost thou fix thy dying eyes upon me, Speak peace to thy sad heart : she hears me not; With such an earnest, such a piteous look, Grief masters every sense-help me to hold her! As if thy heart were full of some sad meaning,

Thou could'st not speak?
Enter Catesby, with a guard.

J. Sh. Forgive me ! - but forgive me! Cat. Seize on them both, as traitors to the Sh. Be witness for me, ye celestial host, state!


mercy and such pardon as my soul Bel. What means this violence ?

Accords to thee, and begs of Heaven to shew (Guards lay hold on Shore and Belmour. thee, Cat. Have we not found you,

May such befall me at my latest hour, In scorn of the protector's strict command, And make my portion blest or cursed for ever! Assisting this base woman, and abetting

J. Sh. Then all is well, and I shall sleep in Her infamy?

peace Sh. Intamy on thy head !

'Tis very dark, and I have lost you nowThou tool of power, thou pandar to authority ! Was there not something I would have bequeathI tell thee, knave, thou knowest of none so vir- ed you? tuous,

But I have nothing left me to bestow, And she that bore thee was an ÆÆthiop to her. Nothing but one sad sigh. Oh! mercy, Heaven! Cat. You'll answer this at full— Away with

Dies. them.

Bel. There Aed the soul, Sh. Is charity grown treason to your court? And left her load of misery behind. What honest man would live beneath such rulers! Sh. Oh, my heart's treasure! Is this pale sad I am content that we should die together

visage Cat. Convey the men to prison; but for her, All that reinains of thee? Are these dead eyes Leave her to hunt her fortune as she


The light that cheered my soul? Oh, heavy hour! J. Sh. I will not part with him--for me! But I will fix my trembling lips to thine, for me!

'Till I am cold and senseless quite, as thou art. Oh! must he die for me!

What, must we part, then?

—will you(Following him as he is carried off-She falls.

[To the guards taking him away. Sh. Inhuman villains !

Fare thee well

[Kissing her. [Breaking from the guards. Now execute your tyrant's will, and lead me Stand off! The agonies of death are on her- To bonds, or death, 'tis equally indifferent. She pulls, she gripes me hard with her cold hand. Bel. Let those, who view this sad example, J. Sh. Was this blow wanting to compleat my know, ruin?

What fate attends the broken marriage vow; Oh ! let him go, ye ministers of terror,

And teach their children, in succeeding times, He shall offend no more, for I will die,

No cominon vengeance waits upon these crimes, And yield obedience to your cruel master. When such severe repentance could not save Tarry a little, but a little longer,

From want, from shame, and an untimely grave. And take my last breath with you.

[Ereunt omnes.

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